One less person in my life, one less bowl to clean up for,
one less woman that I waste money on, I should be happy,
then why is it all that I do is cry?
All I do is cry, there is much less laughter to spread,
why did she have to go, my life is so,
empty?
No thats not the feeling of being whole.
I don't know how I'm ever, going to stop thinking of New Years,
end each day the same as it was begun, when I press any button on my cell,
please let your name be there, poking me with a care.
One less person I lean to feel for, one less bed to make the next morning,
one less poem about us being together, ever, all I do is cry,
I cry, and stay lonely after.